AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! Wow, I am so sorry for not updating. My ibook was broken, and I just got it repaired.
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Because, as always, the quicker that you review, and the more reviews I get, the quicker I update. This one is kind of short, but the next few chapters are super long and surprising. Enjoy!
Once again, I don't own Degrassi, or Jake Epstein and all of his hotness.
Clonk. Clonk. Craig pulled his thick plaid covers over his head, moaning. He slowly opened his eyes, which were blinded by the darkness, and kicked his leg with frustration. He crawled out of his bed slowly, stretching his arms out. He walked across him room to his window and pushed his red curtain aside, but not before banging into the sharp eyepiece of his telescope.
Clonk. Clonk, a rock thumped against the glass. He opened his window hesitantly, pulling the cold metal upwards with achy muscles. He stuck his head out into the cold night, struggling to open his eyes against the moonlight.
"Craig?" Emma whispered from beneath her blue hoodie, holding another rock in her hand and staring blankly at Craig in his underwear.
Aww…fuck. Craig ducked beneath his window and put a wrinkled white beater on, than slipped on a pair of shorts very sloppily.
"Emma, what are you doing here?" He motioned quietly with large arm movements.
"Can we talk?" She said, putting her hands in her pockets.
"Sure…"
Craig shut his window and tiptoed downstairs, where Emma was nervously waiting at the backdoor. He opened the door and looked at her perplexedly, while she shuffled her feet on the concrete porch. She walked in the house slowly, and took a seat at the table, nervously shifting her eyes around the darkened kitchen. Craig quietly shut the door and jumped on top of the counter next to the fridge, sitting across from her.
"What have I done to deserve everything?" She said sadly.
"What are you talking about?" Craig responded, running his fingers through his hair.
"My life, Craig. I mean, Snake getting cancer. All my 'friends' turning on me, Sean for…everything, Manny for completely messing everything up…" She trailed hopelessly. "Its like no matter what I do, Degrassi always haunts me in some way. That night at your party, just seeing Sean with Callie made me want to vomit. I wanted to die that night – I felt that bad." She whimpered helplessly. Oh wow, she's starting to sound just like Ashley. No wonder they're friends.
"Emma, don't feel like that."
"WHY NOT?" Emma argued. "I have no friends anymore. I'm always the little princess. Everyone hates me."
Callie's eyes abruptly opened, and she felt a warm strain pushing beneath her legs. With her head still smashed beneath her pillow she reached out to her nightstand for her clock, but instead knocked a glass of water to the ground. Callie sighed and reached again, this time grasping a cold, thick circle and pulling it to her face. 4 a.m. Why do I always get woken up and have to go to the bathroom at 4am? I wish I didn't have to pee every ten seconds. She got out of her bed and quietly opened the door into the hallway, cringing at the sound of the wooden doors squeak. She made her way to Craig's bathroom, but stopped herself as she turned the cold metal doorknob. I'll wake him up. I mean, the boy woke up when I sneezed from my room the other night. Giggling half-heartedly she let go, and pushed her feet farther into her purple slippers. She put her hand on the dark banister and glided leisurely down the stairs, licking her dried, cracked lips in search of the downstairs bathroom. As she ascended down, a soft, feminine voice was echoing delicately between the walls. Walking down the steps she abruptly stopped herself, sending a shock wave from her feet and up. Peaking her head around the corner of the stairway, she tried to hide her body in the darkness. Is that Caitlin and Joey? Through the darkness two silhouettes were joined as one, and looked very cozy. She squinted her eyes again, this time with aid from the small beams of moonlight reflecting through the windows.
"You always, always have me. Though I may not always seem like I'm here, I am. I love ya kid." Craig said, putting his hand on her chin. Craig gave Emma a friendly hug, while rubbing her back sympathetically. Why am I the one that people always run to?
"Thanks Craig…you ALWAYS understand."
Callie stood on the stairs, breathless. She knew who it was. It was Emma. She slowly put her hand on her chest – and felt her mouth drop slightly. No, I'm dreaming.
"Emma, look,"
"Craig…"
Ok, I am SO not dreaming. Oh my god. I've only been here for one night and he already has another chick here. Callie felt a tingle of dry vomit graze the top of her throat, and a tight knot in her stomach. Forgetting about the bathroom she walked up to the guest room, where she roughly threw herself back into her fluffy white bed. Wow. They were doing…I don't even want to know what.
The next morning arrived quicker than usual. When Craig woke up at 10:30, he came downstairs to find Callie braiding Angie's hair at the table, talking in gibberish.
"From the gi to the gir to the…" Angie said, giggling with Callie. Craig slowly smiled back, stretching his arms. The sunlight of the morning was beaming goldenly onto the stack of toast on the table, and the sounds of blue jays chirping echoed throughout the room. Caitlin was over surprisingly early, and had her hand interlaced in Joey's happily.
"Good morning." Craig said, opening the fridge and pouring a glass of orange juice into Angie's Pocahontas cup.
"MORNING CRAIG!" Angie shouted, waving her arms.
"Good Morning Craiggy Waiggy!" Joey said, smiling, with his hand on Craig's shoulder. Joey laughed lightly and looked up, with nothing in particular view as he walked by.
"Craiggy Waiggy?" He said, puzzled. Craig held the glass of orange juice in his hand, and stood up with his back against the sink, taking a sip. Callie tied the final rubber band into Angie's curly hair and sauntered to the sink, where she foamed some softsoap into her hands. Nudging Craig out of the way she turned the sink on, lathering the water into her skin.
"Hey, don't I get a hello?" he said, trying to come behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.
"No. Late night last night Craig?" She said, stopping him and putting her hand on his chest.
"What?"
"Craig! Look at how pretty Callie did my hair!" Angie energetically proclaimed from the table.
"Yeah, its beautiful Ang. What are you talking about?"
"You and Emma, right here," she pointed, staring into his eyes. "Getting cozy." Damn, I sound like Paige.
He spit his orange juice into his hand, stunned.
"What?" He said, shaking out his soaked hand.
"Guys. We have an announcement to make." Joey said, walking back into the kitchen, holding Caitlin's hand.
"Joe, tell them."
"No! You can."
"We're getting married!" Caitlin finished happily.
Craig looked down at Callie's hand, which was still on his chest, and she pulled it away swiftly, embarrassed.
"Yay! Auntie Caitlin!" Angie clapped.
"Caitlin that's wonderful! We HAVE to go shopping for your dress!" Callie said, leaving Craig at the sink and opening her arms for a hug. Caitlin happily responded, embracing Callie.
"Geez Craig, no need to get excited. I'm only engaging in the scared bond of marriage with the love of my life." Joey said.
"No, no, it's great."
"What's wrong with you? Late night?"
"More than you know."